And what's that?
Your parents aren't always right.
Roberta (somewhat bitter)
As they enjoy their cigarettes they contemplate the statement. It's news to a twelve year old.
Chrissy looks at her Timex.
It's getting late. I really think we should get going.
I guess she's right.
Samantha takes a final puff off her cigarette and puts it out. They all stand. Conelly puts on
his back pack as the girls hop on their bikes.
Samantha (to Conelly)
So where are you off to now?
I'm not sure. It's a big world. A lot of places to see.
Samantha looks at him in awe.
That's really cool
As the girls slowly take off down the road.
He waves goodbye as they ride ahead. Samantha turns back to him.
Whatever it is you're lookin' for. I hope you find it.
He smiles at her, she smiles back. A shared connection. Brief but one neither will forget.
Samantha catches up with the others.
Ext. Country Hill Road - Later
Cue Up: "Wouldn't it be Nice" by the Beach Boys as the girls ride over the crest of a hill then
coast down it, with no hands. Free as a bird with the wind at their backs.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Evening
As the sun sinks behind the skyline, the gas lamps posts flicker on. The girls whiz by on their
bikes. One by one, they split up and head toward their respective homes.
Ext. Residential Street - Day
The wrong side of the tracks. A pocket of houses nestled in an industrial area. Couches
on front porches. Peeling paint. Mean dogs. The girls ride down the street on their bikes.
This is it.
They stop in front of a run down house where a neon sign flashes: Spiritual Guidance. The shades
and shutters are closed tight.
Well, what are we waiting for?
They park their bikes and head up the walkway. Samantha rings the doorbell and they wait. The
door slowly creeks open and Wiladine greets them, wearing a long flowing black dress,
matching gloves and head dress. The only thing she's missing is a broom.
We need your help.
I'm a little blue today, boys.
Chrissy opens the tree house money coffee can and whips out a ten dollar bill.
Will this cheer you up?
Wiladine takes the $10 and stuffs it into her breast pocket.
Come on in.
As they do:
I can't believe we're spending ten tree house dollars on Wiladine.
Int. Dining/Spiritual Reading Room - Moments later
Dozen of candles flame as they enter.
They sit at a round table. A Ouiji board in the center.
I feel a strong spiritual presence around us.
For ten tree house dollars I'd feel it too.
She glares devil eyes at Chrissy, who shuts up, intimidated.
Why are you here?
We've been contacted by a spirit.
You've seen this presence?
Once, I think.
His name is Jonathan Simms.
Wiladine lets her head drop, then starts rolling it around. Chrissy and Roberta look at her then
each other. Roberta shrugs.
The spirits are here and yes they want to talk to you. Everyone rest your finger tips on the
The girls comply and touch the Ouiji.
Jonathan Simms, voice of the dead, what say you?
The Ouiji begins to move and the girls exchange looks. All wondering if the other is the
Chrissy (to Teeny)
You're doing it.
I'm not. I swear.
One letter at a time the Ouiji spells out a message. As it stops at the various letters Wiladine
announces the message:
Oh, it's him.
Silence, while the dead speaks.
The Ouiji continues to spell out...
What do you want from us?
The Ouiji continues at a heightened pace. Sporadic.
Teeny (way into it)
He wants us to find out the truth.
What is the truth, Jonathan?
The Ouiji moves frantically in circles.
Maybe we should stop now.
The Ouiji suddenly whizzes toward Chrissy and startled, she pushes it away from her. The Ouiji
jumps off the board and sticks to Wiladine's hand.
Samantha pulls the Ouiji away from Wiladine's hand and when she releases it, it flies back up
and sticks to a silver ring on Wiladine's finger. We see the magnet attached to the bottom of
the plastic piece.
The dead speaks, alright.
It's a living.
We believed in you Wiladine. Thanks for nothing.
Samantha grabs the $10 from Wiladine's pocket and hands it back to Chrissy who stuffs it back
into the cooffe can. Samantha stands, ready to leave, when --
Look, I'm sorry. Sometimes the spirits really do talk. You just have to catch 'em on a good day.
Let's give it another try. On me.
Samantha sits back down.
No more bullshit, Wiladine.
No more bullshit. I promise
Wiladine removes a deck of tarot cards from a gold box and hands them to Samantha.
Shuffle the cards.
Samantha moves around the cards then hands the deck back to Wiladine. As she lays ten cards out
on the table face down.
Relax your minds and bodies. Be open to his presence.
One by one she turns the cards over. The card in front of Samantha inspires her to react:
He's connected to you.
The air conditioner kicks on and the room grows cold. Icy breath as they exhale. Chrissy grabs
Roberta's arm for comfort. Squeezes.
Wiladine turns over another card.
The card of death.
Chrissy utters a scared gasp.
We want to know how he died.
Wiladine lifts a card off the deck and lays it on top of the death card. When she realizes it's
significance she tenses.
What is it Wiladine?
There's evil here.
She slowly takes another card from the deck and lays it on the table.
Angle on the card - which portrays a man in black stabbing a dagger into another figure.
Wiladine turns to the girls, visibly frightened.
I think you girls should go now.
The girls exchange curious looks.
Please, the session is over.
Ext. Wiladine's House - Moments later
The girls ride their bicycles back toward the Gaslight Addition. They're spooked....and excited.
Did you see the look on her face?
She was scared.
You guys, Wiladine's a fake.
Bullshit. She was scared and so were you.
What do we do now?
A spirit haunts the living with a purpose. "Dear Johnny" wants us to find out how he died.
You saw that card. He was murdered.
Roberta (real tough)
Maybe he wants us to help him settle the score.
This is getting out of hand.
We need to talk to someone who was around when "Dear Johnny" died.
My grandma's the oldest person I know.
Ext. Town Square - Later
Teeny, Roberta and Chrissy sit on their bikes and wait as Samantha stands in a phone booth and
talks into the receiver. Finally, Samantha hangs up and exists the phone booth.
She has her poker game this afternoon, but she says we can come tomorrow morning.
Your grandma plays poker?
She likes to gamble.
I promised my dad we'd paint the garage door tomorrow. That's fifteen tree house bucks.
We'll do it first thing, then we'll go to my Grandma's.
Reverend Taylor, a local minister, heads up the sidewalk toward the girls.
Good afternoon girls.
Staying out of trouble this summer?
Tina, I'm happy to see you.
Miss Shari tells me you haven't been to bible school classes for the last two weeks. I've been
meaning to give your mother a call. Is everything alright?
Well....(a liar on the spot)
well, no actually. Everything isn't alright and I don't think we should be bothering my
mother right now.
What seems to be the problem?
There is nothing I'd like more than to spend my Sunday morning at the First Presbyterian but
well, things have been a little troublesome at home and I feel like I'm more needed there.
What sort of trouble?
Well, my mother's been hitting the sauce lately. Especially on the weekends, cause that's when
my dad goes to visit that younger woman he sees over in Grovertown. Mom's usually really
hungover on Sunday mornings. Last week she was puking her guts out and I just couldn't leave
her like that. And to top it all off, the girl he's giving it to in Groverstown thinks she's
pregnant and it looks like we're going to be taking her in for a while. I think my mother
plans to raise the baby like one of her own. I kind of like the idea of having a younger sister.
The Reverend, at a loss for words, stands speechless for a moment.
Well, try and make it next week.
Don't you worry, Reverend Taylor. Come hell or high water. I'll be there.
Surprising Samantha, he turns his attention to her.
Reverend Tayor (with great concern)
Aren't you the oldest Albertson girl?
I heard about your "situation" at home.
Samantha's heart drops.
If you want to talk to someone, my door's always open.
Well, if there's anything I can do.
Samantha forces a nod and smile as he moves on and the girls look at her curiously.
What was he talking about?
Come on. Fess up.
I said nothing!
Chrissy (to Teeny)
Your mother will be thrilled to hear she's become an alcoholic and your dad is having an affair.
Won't she though?
You shouldn't joke about that kind of stuff.
What's your problem?
Samantha (still pissed)
I said nothing! Are you deaf?
An athletic kid, Kenny, whizzes by on his bike.
Hey Kenny, where's the fire?
Softball game at Kindall's field.
Roberta turns to the girls, excited:
What do you say guys? Let's go!
Chrissy (not enthused)
It's gonna be all boys.
Teeny (greatly enthused)
So what are we waiting for?
They all look to Samantha who's still a little morose.
What do you say, Sam?
We can't find out anymore about Johnny until we talk to my Grandma.
So let's kick some ass!
Cue Up "American Pie" by Don McLean as we cut to:
Ext. Vacant field - Afternoon
A neighborhood softball game in full swing. Enough boys and girls to fill every infield and
outfield position on both teams. The stuff happy, childhood memories are made of. Our girls
are on the team at bat. They sit on a wooden fence, behind home plate, flanked by boys on
Kenny steps up to the plate and takes a few practice swings. He taps the plate with the bat. Ready.
Hey, batter batter batter --
Scott Wormer, the pitcher, tosses the ball.
Kenny swings. Meets air. The catcher tosses the ball back to Scott.
That's okay Kenny. Eye on the ball.
Hey, batter batter --
The pitcher throws. Kenny swings. Crack! Line drive. Kenny's on first.
Roberta jumps off the fence and picks up a bat.
The home run mama steps up to the plate.
Just hit the ball Roberta.
Cheers from her teammates. Morton, the nerd whose fortune Samantha told, smiles at Chrissy.
Chrissy looks around. Can't believe he's flirting with her. Samantha whispers her ploy to Teeny
then they both watch, amused.
Roberta steps up to the plate and exchanges glares with Scott as the feud continues.
This is for yesterday.
He throws the ball. Almost nails her with his fast pitch, but she jumps out of the way at the
Scott shakes it off. Another pitch. Swing.
He throws the ball back to Scott.
Come on Roberta. Touchdown.
Teeny and Samantha roll their eyes. Chrissy will never learn. Morton climbs onto the fence and
sits next to Chrissy.
Get lost, nerdo.
Morton doesn't budge. Instead, he just sits there and smiles at her, lovingly, as if he knows
Hey batter batter...swing.
Shake it off babe.
Who you kiddin'? Girls can't play softball.
Roberta turns around and looks at Jimmy, the meanest kid in town. He sits on the fence, behind
What did you say?
I said girls can't play softball.
Roberta drops the bat and approaches Jimmy.
Roberta, remember you're a lady?
Why don't you go home and play with your dolls?
Chrissy turns to Morton who stands next to her.
The only doll Roberta's got is a GI Joe.
Pow! Roberta socks Jimmy in the eye, knocking him off the fence.
The outfield runs in and circles Jimmy and Roberta as punches fly. They roll. Roberta winds up on
top. She straddles Jimmy and beats the hell out of him.
Scott watches, impressed.
Come on Roberta, give it to him.
Samantha tries to break it up.
Roberta, come on that's enough.
She finally manages to pull Roberta off the young chauvinist. Roberta's a mess.
Just look at your hair.
Chrissy tries to fix it, but Roberta slaps her hand away. Jimmy stands, wipes his bloody nose on
his shirt sleeve.
How does it feel to have the crap knocked out of you by a girl?
Jimmy (to Roberta)
It's too bad your mother's dead. Somebody needs to teach you to act like a girl.
This time it's Samantha who charges the punk and knocks him to the ground.
The kids form another circle around the fighters and cheer them on.
Int. Albertson House - Evening
Samantha enters, dirty and roughed up. The smile on her face let's us know she looks better than
Int. Living Room
Mrs. Albertson sits on the couch. All decked out. Looking good in her short, short hot pants.
There you are. Samantha, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Mr Kent.
Previously hidden by the hi-back lazy boy, Mr. Kent stands, holding Angela in his arms.
He extends his hands to her.
Your mom's told me a lot of great things about you. Says you're a real good kid.
She stares at him as he waits for her to shake his hand.
She forces herself to extend her hand. They shake and he smiles a big, Cadillac salemen
smile...and that's what he does for a living. The gold Cadillac emblem hanging around his
neck is a dead give away.
Pleasure to meet you, little lady.
Samantha forces a smile.
And you're a looker...
He glances over a Mrs Albertsonm and smiles flirtatiously.
Just like your mommy.
Mrs. Albertson accepts the compliment with a shy, but also flirtatious smile.
Samantha watches the display, both shocked and grossed out.
Int. Dining Room - Moments Later
Soups on. The conversation is forced.
So, Samantha I hear you're interested in science.
Have you ever been to the Smithsonian?
She shakes her head no.
Oh, let me tell you, that's something to see. It's big. Bigger than big.
Samantha continues to pick at her food, not enthused.
Mr Kent looks at her mother.
Maybe we need to plan a trip to D.C. before school starts.
That would be just great. Wouldn't that be just great Samantha?
She doesn't respond.
I think we'd all have a really good time.
He tosses Mrs. Albertson a wink. We get the picture.
Samantha can't believe what she's seeing. She takes evasive action.
My dad's going to take us there.
Samantha looks at him. He flashes that obnoxious smile. There's a big piece of spinach stuck
between his two front teeth.
Mr. Kent --
Please, call me Bud.
No, Bud. B.U.D.
Oh... you've got a piece of food stuck in your teeth.
Embarrassed, he reaches for his napkin and accidentally knocks over his wine glass. His shirt,
It's okay. Hold on. I'm sure Ted left some clothes here.
She leaves the room and Mr. Kent turns to Samantha.
Mr. Kent (smiling)
First date jitters.
Samantha forces a fake smile back at him. Mrs. Albertson returns with a bowling shirt.
She helps him take off his shirt. He slips on Sam's father's bowling shirt. His name sewn on the
Samantha pushes herself away from the table and runs out of the room.
Samantha enters and locks the door. She pulls the lid up on the toilet and vomits. She moves to
the sink and splashes water on her face. There's a knock on the door.
Mrs. Albertson (O.S.)
Samantha are you alright?
Samantha opens the door and barges out past her mother.
What the hell do you care?
Mrs. Albertson (shocked)
Int. Hallway - Foyer
Samantha grabs her jacket and runs outside. The screen door slams shut behind her.
Ext. Roberta's house - Night
Roberta shoots hoops in her driveway. Scott walks passed the house. He stops and watches Roberta
sink one. Roberta dribbles the ball back to the foul line. Shoots. Misses.
You're not following through.
Who asked you?
He shrugs. Away from his brothers, Scott seems shy and almost appealing. Silence.
Well, see ya.
He starts to walk away.
She tosses him the basketball. He looks up at her and smiles. This kid's got a crush on Roberta.
Scott takes a shot. Makes it in. She rebounds, dribbles past him and makes a lay up. Scott
takes the ball out and shots and misses. Roberta rebounds and shoots. Sinks it.
You're pretty good you know?
She looks down at the ground and nervously shuffles her feet.
And not just for a girl. But you know, for a guy.
He wipes some sweat from his forehead.
You want a pop or something?
Sure Roberta, that'd be great.
Ext. Back Yard
Cue Up: "Fallin' in Love by Hamilton Joe Franks and Reynolds as Roberta and Scott rock on the
porch swing. Scott looks at Roberta. She catches his glance. They exchange nervous smiles.
Scott takes a swig of his coke. They swing.
Why do you think we fight all the time?
Roberta thinks about it.
Just somethin' to do I guess.
I was just wondering, cause I think you're an okay girl.
I always thought you hated me.
So did I.
The rock back and forth. He takes another swig of coke. Looks around nervously the scoots closer
towards her. Roberta's aware of his movement but pretends she's not. He inches his way even
closer. Coughs. Roberta stares straight ahead. He stretches then brings
his arm down around her shoulders. She decides to let him keep it there.
What are you mumbling?
Would it be alright if I -
He stops. Sighs. Try's to find the strength to ask. I guess it's not so easy being the guy after all.
Can I kiss you?
Roberta ponders the question. Looks around to make sure no one is watching, especially her three
Really? Oh. Okay great. Are you ready?
You wanna do it now?
She shrugs. Faces him. He inches his face closer to hers. His head tilts to the left. Hers to the
right. Eyes close. Lips touch. First kiss. They pull away from each other.
That was nice.
It was okay.
They swings silently. Listening to crickets and bull frogs. The sounds of a summer night.
She's got his attention.
If you mention this to anyone, especially your brothers, I'll beat the hell out of you.
Ext. Teeny's House
Through the front window we see Teeny's parents and a few of their friends enjoying cocktails
We pan up to the roof, where Teeny sits in a lawn chair. A bowl of popcorn on her lap and a
bottle of coke by her side. The Drive-in is directly behind her house and Teeny watches
tonight's feature presentation, "Love Story".
As Ali MacGraw says "love is never having to say you're sorry", Teeny mouths the words. She
knows the dialogue by heart and we realize you can probably find Teeny here every night of
Surprising Teeny, Samantha climbs onto the roof from the television antenna.
How's the movie?
Samantha checks out the rooftop view of the Gaslight Addition.
How come you're out so late?
I needed to do some thinking.
In the summer?
Teeny get's a smile out of Samantha, but still picks up on her friend's down and out mood.
Wanna go try out the tree house?
Samantha (perks up)
Ext. Shelby - Later
Teeny and Samantha, who's still a bit solemn, silently ride their bikes in the night. Teeny
gives Samantha an ornery look then takes off speeding ahead of Samantha, who quickly kicks
it into gear and peddles after her.
They race through the street of the small town. Teeny takes a short cut through a narrow alley,
Samantha on her heels. It's neck and neck as they speed around the corner. Screech. Both
girls skid to a stop when they see and hear -- Squeak Squeak Squeak. Crazy Pete riding his
bicycle towards them.
The girls don't move as Crazy Pete rides closer. He keeps his head down until the moment he
passes by. Then, with a sudden movement, he looks up and makes eye contact with Samantha
Teeny screams and takes off on her bike. Samantha quickly takes off after her.
Crazy Pete continues in the opposite direction. He turns his head and watches them ride away.
Teeny peddles at high speed. Samantha on her tail.
Cut through the alley.
Teeny makes a quick turn and speeds down a dark alley. She finally comes to a stop in the middle
of an empty Sears parking lot. Samantha skids her bike to a stop beside her. They're out of
That was too close.
Did you see his blood red eyes?
Yeah, and his fangs.
Samantha laughs at her obvious embellishment. Then Teeny laughs. It's infectious. Before
you know it, they're laughing their asses off. They sit down in the middle of the big empty
parking lot, holding their sides in hysterics.
The laughter subsides and they catch their breath, but as soon as the look at each other, it
starts all over. Gut busting giggles. They finally clam down. Samantha looks across the
parking lot, at
the lit up Sears sign.
Ext. Sears - Moments Later
Samantha and Teeny climb a tall chain link fence and illegally trespass into Sear's lawn and
garden shop. Behold -- the tree house they've been working all summers to buy. Teeny follows
Samantha up the ladder and into the structure.
Int. Tree House
The cozy clubhouse is lit by a nearby street light. Samantha sits in the corner and Teeny lays on
Truth or dare?
If you were stranded on a deserted island with me Chrissy and Roberta and there was nothing to
eat whatsoever, who would you kill for food?
I dispute the question. The odds of that happening are slim to nil.
You still have to answer.
Samantha considers her reply.
I guess it would have to be Chrissy.
Because she'd feed more people.
They groan and giggle at the thought.
Truth or dare?
Do you like your parents?
I don't really know my parents. But as far as I can tell they're ass holes.
I believe what that soldier said about your parents not always being right. Just because
they're adults, it doesn't mean they know shit.
I never thought they did.
Samantha looks at the floor. She can't keep it in any longer.
My dad moved out. They're getting a divorce.
I thought your parents got along.
Samantha thinks about it.
I just wanted to have a normal family. You know like the Brady Bunch.
Six kids sharing two bedrooms doesn't sound like fun to me. Besides, Mike and Carol are widowed.
Well then the Partridge Family.
Shirley Jones is a widow
Buffy and Jody are orphans.
(on a roll)
Courtship of Eddie's Father, widower My Three Sons, widower. Bonanza, widower.
Beverly Hillbillies, widower.
See Sam, there are no perfect families. It's normal for things to be shitty.
Maybe it is normal but it still hurts.
Teeny scoots next to Samantha and puts her arm around her best friend.
All those parents died Teeny. My dad chose to leave.
They sit in silence as Samantha finally breaks down and sheds painful tears on Teeny's shoulder.
I really miss him.
A moment of sheer heartache.
I'll always be here for you.
Samantha's sobs lighten as she pulls away from Teeny and wipes her eyes.
We hear a soft thunder rumble. Teeny pulls her David Cassisdy love beads from her neck.
Samantha watches curiously as Teeny bites the string in half with her teeth.
What are you doing? You love those.
As we hear a light rain fall down on the tree house, Teeny ties one half as a bracelet around
Samantha's wrist and the other half around her own wrist.
Best friends for life.
Samantha lifts her arm and touches her bracelet to Teeny's.
When you're twelve, without effort, you live in the moment. You don't regret the past or worry
about the future...and at the moment, in the tree house, Teeny filled my heart with hope and
It thunders again and Samantha looks out the window. A light rain sparkles in the glow of a
We better go.
As they climb down from the tree house:
You know, I heard in another ten years half the population will be divorced.
I find that really hard to believe.
Ext. Shelby - Later
In a mist of rain Samantha and Teeny ride their bikes home.
You can stay at my house if you think the bug is still there.
Nicknames catch on in a hurry. Samantha looks at her watch.
He's probably gone.
They reach the top off a hill and zoom down it. The race is on until Samantha stops and looks
around on the ground. Teeny realizes she's stopped and rides back to her.
What did you lose?
My bracelet fell off.
They search the street, looking for the love beads. Thunder roars and Teeny looks up to the sky.
Dark clouds roll past the moon.
Lets come back and look for it in the morning.
Samantha (really upset)
No! We have to find it now.
Teeny relents and continues with the search. She lays on her stomach and looks down a sidewalk
storm drain where the bracelet lies amongst a pile of mud and leaves.
There it is.
She reaches for the neckless, but her arms are too short. Samantha joins her and looks down into
I don't see it.
Samantha finally spots her friendship gift.
I'll get it.
As the rain falls down harder, Sam slides down into the drain. It's a tight fit but she finally
squeezes into the sewer.
Samantha looks around the tight space and doesn't notice the thin stream of water trickling in.
There's a lot of stuff down here.
Samantha picks up a yo-yo and tosses it up to Teeny, who catches the toy.
Hurry up okay? It's really starting to pour.
Samantha sifts through the dead leaves and grabs her bracelet.
A heavy rain pours down. Teeny stands and pulls the hood of her jacket up over her head.
A peculiar look comes over her face when she hears the sound of rushing water. She looks
around and spots a stream of water which gushes down the side of the street, heading
straight for the storm drain.
Samantha tucks the love beads into her pocket as the water begins to pour into the storm drain.
Samantha calmly jumps to grab onto the opening, but can't reach it. She jumps again. We
realize she's too short to make it back up as the water level quickly rises to Samantha's knees.
(starting to worry)
Give me a hand.
Teeny reaches into the storm drain and Samantha grabs her hand.
With all her little might, Teeny pulls Samantha toward the opening. She gives it a valiant
effort, but the enormous water pressure forces Samantha back into the sewer.
A rat squeals and swims around in the water. It jumps on Samantha's shoulder. Samantha
Shaking with terror, she pushes it off. But then there's another and another.
Teeny, help me!
Teeny hurries to the man hole located over the drain and tugs on the solid iron ring.
Samantha cries as the water level raises up to her neck then covers her mouth. She fights for
her life, bobbing for air, but it's useless as the water rises to the top of the drain. She
disappears under the water and doesn't pop back up.
Suddenly, the man hole over the drain flies open and Crazy Pete pops his head through the hole.
He quickly climbs down into the sewer and disappears under the water. Moments of agonizing
tension go by then finally -- he shoves Samantha out of the water and through the man hole,
Samantha coughs and gasps for breath as Crazy Pete climbs out of the manhole and gently sits her
down on the sidewalk. He sweetly strokes Samantha's hair, trying to help calm her.
You're alright now.
Samantha takes a few deep breaths then looks up a Crazy Pete. They lock eyes and share a
He smiles a silent "your welcome." Pete stands up and offers Samantha a hand up. She immediately
entrusts her small hand in his as he delicately pulls her to her feet.
Teeny watches, still somewhat shocked by it all. Pete turns to Teeny, who backs away, still
frightened by him.
Why are you afraid of me?
Keeping her distance:
It's weird that you only come out at night. It's kind of scary, you know?
He looks at her, thinking about it. Understanding why they might fear him.
I don't like to see a lot of people. And I don't think they like to see a lot of me.
Teeny looks into his sad eyes.
He nods and then like a shadow in the night, Crazy Pete climbs onto his bicycle and rides away
in the rain. Samantha and Teeny watch him.
We'll see you around, Pete.
He waves as he rides out of sight.
If he wouldn't have been here, Sam...
Teeny looks at Samantha with tears in her eyes.
I think that was the most real moment Teeny had ever experienced. It was an event that could
conceivably change a person. Bring them out of their world of pretend. But not Teeny. She
committed the moment to memory alright and recreated it in an audition years later. But
Teeny didn't play Teeny, she played me.
Samantha pulls the love beads out of her pocket and hold them up for Teeny to see.
I got 'em
Teeny gives Samantha a reprimanding look then breaks into a smile. Samantha returns the
gesture. They walk their bicycles home, arm in arm, bonded by their shared fate.
Ext. Roberta's House - Morning
Samantha, Teeny, and Roberta paint the garage door. Chrissy eats a twinkee and monitors their
We told Chrissy and Roberta about what happened with Pete, but neither one of them believed
us. And life quickly got back to the business at hand. Earning the rest of the money to buy the
tree house and finding a way to help "Dear Johnny" rest in peace.
As the girls paint they listen to the radio and sing along to "Sugar, Sugar" by the Archies.
Sugar, dun dundun dun dun dun
Oh honey honey dun dundun dun dun dun...
Chrissy looks over the door with her mother's critical eye.
Roberta, you missed a spot.
Why don't you get off the asphalt and help?
Chrissy (eating the frosting out of the twinkee)
You know if I don't eat every few hours I get nauseous.
The Wormers walk up the sidewalk, toward the girls who cringe at the sight of them.
I thought I smelled something foul.
That's your arm pit, lard ass.
Your wit astounds me.
Hey, I ain't no nit wit.
Scott and Roberta steal a look. He smiles politely and bows to the girls.
He walks on and his brothers follow, confused by Scott's new found gentlemanly manner.
What's his problem?
Maybe he's a pod person.
Maybe he's not such a creep after all.
Roberta watches him walk away, love struck.
Samantha catches her gaze and realizes Roberta's got a crush. She decided to keep it to herself.
That was the day Roberta quit taping her boobs.
The girls stand on the porch of this victorian style house. It's a little run dow, but still
charming and full of history. A grandma's house. Samantha rings the bell and a moment later,
Grandma Albertson opens the door and surveys the group.
I didn't know you were bringing the whole neighborhood. Well, come on in. You're just in time
for some fresh squeezed lemonade.
The place is furnished with antiques collected over a lifetime. Grandma acknowledges Samantha
with a hug.
How you holdin' up?
It's good to see you child. I've been worried to death about you.
The other girls look on, curious once again. Accept for Teeny who
jumps in and puts her arm around Samantha.
She's just fine Mrs. Albertson. We're taking good care of her.
I'm glad to hear that. Let me get you girls some lemonade and then you can fill me in on this
important question you need to ask me.
She walks out of the room and Chrissy confronts Samantha.
Why's your Grandma so worried about you?
Samantha shrugs off the question.
Who knows --
But her friends can read her well.
Maybe we can help.
Maybe they can and Samantha relents:
I'll tell you later, okay?
Grandma enters carrying a tray of lemonade and glasses. She sits it down and pours.
Here you go.
Thank you Mrs. Albertson.
The girls all grab a glass and one by one sip the lemonade. One at a time they make
wrenching grimaces when they sip the sour drink.
How is it?
Roberta turns her face, sticks out her tongue and dries it with her shirt sleeve.
Grandma sits down in her rocking chair.
Now what's this question?
Do you remember a little boy our age and his mother who died here is 1945? Jonathan and Beverly
Why do you ask?
We were wondering how they died.
Did something terrible happen to them?
Yes. And it's the type of thing you girls don't need to hear about. It'll give you nightmares
Come on Grandma. What happened?
It took me a long time to forget that terrible tragedy Samantha and I don't want to drudge it
A look of disappointment reads on Samantha's face.
You know, you're just like your grandpa. He had some weird fascinations. Curious about
everything that went around these parts.
Samantha's look of disappointment disappears as she contemplates her Grandmother's words.
A car horn beeps and Grandma looks at her watch.
That's old Eda and Old Jude. (Standing)
I'd love to chat but we've got a Bingo tournament to hit over in Farmland.
She grabs her sweater.
Get a move on it girls. I wanna make sure I get some good cards.
They look to Samantha who shrugs then stands and follows her Grandma out.
Two old women, Eda and Martha, wait impatiently in a dated Cadillac Coup De Ville.
Eda (calling to Grandma)
Hurry it up, we're late.
Grandma locks the front door and hurries to the car, waiting in her driveway. She turns back to
the girls who still stand on the porch.
You girls take care. Come see me again soon Samantha.
She climbs into the back seat and the second she closes the door, Eda slams it into gear and
peels out down the street.
They must love Bingo.
Looks like we hit another dead end.
A devious smile comes acrosses Samantha's face.
You're wrong Roberta.
The girls, curiously look to Samantha.
My Grandpa used to keep these scrapbooks of all the stuff that went on in Shelby. He said he was
I know where those scrapbooks are.
Thin beams of sunlight stream through a few cracks in a boarded up window. Cobwebs hang from
the vaulted ceilings. And collectibles from several decades are piled up high in this swap meet
junkies paradise. It's a great old place.
Suddenly, the room is filled with more light as a board is pulled off the window. Then another
until we see Samantha's face staring at us. She yanks open the window and crawls in through
the small window.
Teeny, Roberta and Chrissy climb the television antenna up to the attic window. One by one, they
Hurry it up. We could get arrested for this.
She looks around nervously until she finally squeezes in through the window. A tight fit.
The girls sort through trunks of old clothes, photographs and historical memorabilia.
Teeny stands in front of an old full length mirror and holds up a lacy victorian dress to
herself. She tosses it aside and pulls another from a pile. Her face lights up when she
notices an old victrola.
She cranks the handle and the record spins. Teeny places the needle on the old 78 and we hear a
very scratched version of Frank Sinatra's "Young at Heart."
I think I found something.
She places a photo album on her lap and opens it up. Samantha sits next to her and they flip
through the photos.
Close On: A wedding pictures of Samantha's mother and father.
Those are my parents.
They make a great couple.
She stands and opens another trunk.
The trunk is filled with newspapers, magazines and several scrap books. Samantha sifts through a
stack of newspapers and zero's in on the headline she's looking for.
They were murdered.
She pulls out the newspaper and the other girls look.
Headline: 2 Dead in Brutal Murder
A somber tone overtakes them all as Samantha reads the article.
Beverly Anne Simms and her twelve year old son Jonathan were found brutally murdered late Friday
night. Their bodies were discovered by Peter Simms. After leaving the Side Car Pub around
midnight he entered his house around twelve fifteen to find his wife and son had been shot
to death in their home.
The sheriff's department believes a burglar was caught off guard and killed the two witnesses
when they apparently woke from their sleep.
They have no clues as to a suspect.
The sheriff has every reason to believe the robber was probably just passing through and has
left the area.
(she turns the page)
It's an editorial from my Grandpa to the paper.
What appears to be, isn't at all. That's the knowledge we've gained from the brutal deaths of
Jonathan and Beverly Anne Simms. If we thought Shelby was a safe sleepy town, sheltered from
the violence of the outside world, we were deceived --
Shelby is a safe town. I mean, if something like this could happen here, imagine how bad it is
"Young at Heart" ends. The record continues to go around and round.
Abruptly, Roberta flings off the needle, grabs the record and smashes it into the mirror, which
shatters. She looks at her distorted reflection and begins to sob.
Roberta, it's okay.
No it's not. No it's not okay. Why did they have to die? Why did she have to die?
She sits on the floor and brings her knees to her chest. Cuddling into a ball.
My dad lied to me. He said she died instantly. That a beautiful angel swooped down to earth and
took her up to heaven before she had a chance to hurt, for even a second. Why did she have
to die and why did he have to lie to me. He's all I have left and he lied.
He's not all you have left.
She sits beside Roberta. Samantha and Teeny quickly follow and they all sit in a circle on the
All I can count on is you guys.
I know how you feel.
Roberta (through her tears)
What do you mean?
My dad moved away. They're getting a divorce.
I'm sorry Samantha.
Screw 'em. You have us.
I say we make a pact here and now. We're here for each other, always. No matter what happens in
life. If Teeny goes off to Hollywood or I get married to a rich doctor...or a rich lawyer we
remember this day and this pact. When we need a friend we're there for each other. We can
count on it. No matter what.
Samantha lays her hand flat on the floor. Teeny lays hers on top of it. Roberta rests hers on
top of Teeny's then Chrissy finishes off the pile.
It's a pact.
All for one and one for all.
They share comforted smiles as.
I think now, more than ever, we need to put "Dear Johnny" to rest.
Ext. Cemetery - Night
The same heavy mist finds its way into the cemetery where we pan through the thick haze and find
Samantha, Teeny, Chrissy and Roberta sitting in a circle, preparing to send "Dear Johnny"
home. They're somber, serious. Samantha places the three white candles into the center of
the circle and lights them one by one.
Is everyone ready?
They slowly lay their hands flat on the blanket and join the circle, thumbs and pinkie fingers
Teeny Roberta Chrissy
Ready. Ready. Ready.
We brought "Dear Johnny" back from the dead and it's up to us to send himm home. Everybody close
The girls comply and shut their eyes tightly.
Bless us in our pursuit of the spirit world. Keep our circle safe from those who promote evil
and seek to harm.
A moment of silence.
Dear Johnny, we know you and your mother were brutally murdered. Did you come back to tell us
who did it? We're here to help you rest in peace, Johnny. We're listening.
In the distance we hear a rumble slowly growing louder. Coming closer. The girls all open their
eyes at once.
They look in all directions, searching the fog.
Don't break the circle!
They grip lock hands.
We just want to help, Johnny.
Don't hurt us!
Then, from out of the fog floats Dear Johnny's tombstone coming right at them. The girls
simultaneously scream. The tombstone dangles in the air. The girls, wide eyed, stare at it
as the rumbling dies down.
Tell us who did it Johnny!
They echo another scream when a man walks out of the fog, toward
It's the killer!
Don't hurt us!
Behind the man, a patch of fog clears and we realize he is a city worker. He climbs off a
tractor, which is hauling a new tombstone for Dear Johnny's grave.
This isn't a playground...It's a cemetery and you kids should have a little respect for the
We have a lot of respect for the dead.
That's why we're here.
We resurrected "Dear Johnny" from the grave.
How did you think his tombstone got cracked down the middle?
I knocked it over with my tractor.
It's not easy to mow around all these head stones.
He walks over to Dear Johnny's grave and lowers the tombstone.
We pan across the faces of four disillusioned girls.
I'm not doing any more of these dumb seances. They're a waste of time.
I can't believe we actually thought we did it.
But what about the tarot cards?
Chrissy and Roberta give her a look.
Give it up.
Samantha watches him set Dear Johnny's new headstone.
I knew at that moment our days of playing make believe were over. As we grow older it becomes
difficult to just believe. It's not that we don't want to, but too much has happened and we
Samantha stuffs the seance supplies into her back pack.
They walk out of the cemetery and as they pass a garabage can, Samantha tosses the back pack
into the trash. They hop onto their bicycles and as they are about to ride off --
Roberta (looking on)
Hey look, it's Crazy Pete.
The others follow her gaze and see Crazy Pete sitting on his bicycle watching the worker replace
Dear Johnny's headstone.
Let's leave him alone.
They ride away, unnoticed by Pete.
Ext. Street - Night
The girls zoom out of the cemetery and pass a colorful patch of wild flowers growing along the
road. Samantha stops. Teeny turns back to her.
I forgot something in the cemetery. Go on. I'll catch up.
The girls ride ahead and disappear out of sight.
Samantha climbs off of her bike and walks into the flowers. She picks a bouquet.
Ext. Cemetery - Dusk
Samantha walks through the cemetery, with her flowers in hand. She approaches Dear Johnny's
grave (the new tombstone now in place) and stops when she notices another bunch of wild
flowers propped up against the headstone.
Samantha senses someones's presence and quickly turns to see Pete standing behind her. She looks
at him and then back to the flowers on Johnny's grave. She turns back to Pete.
Samantha (figuring it out)
Pete... You're Peter Simms.
Pete (looking at Johnny's grave)
He was my son.
He looks over to the adjacent grave, where we see flowers propped against Beverly Anne Simm's
And my wife.
It was a terrible thing that happened to them. I'm sorry.
For the longest time I thought I could of stopped it. Everyone did.
If I'd just been home instead of down at that bar.
His pain is clear to Samantha. She reaches over and holds his hand.
But you were there for me.
Pete is overwhelmed with emotion as his eyes fill up with tears. He looks down at her sweet face
and understands his redemption.
I've wasted a lot of years. Afraid to face people. Mostly, afraid to face myself.
He sorrowfully realizes his lost life.
I'm scared too.
He squeezes her hand. Grateful for their shared fate, he wants to leave her with something. He
chooses his words carefully.
Things will happen in your life that you can't stop. But that's no reason to shut out the world.
There's a purpose for the good and the bad.
She contemplates his words as he releases her hand and walks away, out of the cemetery and back
into the world.
He gave me the only gift he could. The lesson it had taken him a lifetime to learn.
The girls would have loved to have heard about my talk with Pete, but I chose not to tell them.
I believed it was meant to be my moment and I wanted to keep it for myself.
Samantha kneels down and places her flowers on Dear Johnny's grave.
Rest in peace, Dear Johnny.
Ext. Sears - Day
Establishing shot of the old Sears and Roebuck Co.
The girls walk through the store, toward the catalogue order counter. Chrissy leads the way and
unbeknownst to her each of the other three fall out of line when they spot an item that
catches their eye. Teeny picks up a super 8 movie camera and pans it around the store.
Roberta climbs into a canoe. Samantha lightly touches the keys of an electronic typewriter.
Chrissy reaches the order desk and realizes she's alone. With her hands on her hips she turns to
Teeny (looking at her through the camera)
Isn't this cool?
Roberta pretends to paddle in the canoe.
We could keep saving up and paddle this thing down the Mississippi.
Samantha doesn't respond and types a few word on the typewriter.
We made a pact.
She's right. One by one, they slowly walk away from their individual wants and join Chrissy.
They dump out the money and pay for the tree house.
Ext. Chrissy's back yard - Day
Samantha, Teeny and Roberta hang out at their tree house as Carole King's "You've got a
They're no longer dressed alike. Chrissy still wears pink. Roberta wears a white t-shirt and cut
offs. Samantha wears a black t-shirt and long blue jeans. Teeny wears short shorts and a
tight tube top (modeling her own brand new budding breasts).
Chrissy hangs pink curtains. Roberta swings from a rope, hanging down from a tree branch.
Teeny looks in a mirror and applies cheap red lipstick to her lips. We pull back to see
Samantha sitting on top of the tree house, writing in a journal.
We all used to try so hard to fit in. We wanted to look exactly alike. Do all of the same
things. Practically be the same people. And when we weren't looking, that changed. The tree
house was supposed to bring us more independence, but what the summer actually brought us
was independence from each other.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Mid Morning
A group of girls whiz by Chrissy's house on their roller blades and we realize it's present day.
A calm comes over the neighborhood and then Wham! Chrissy's front door files open and out
rushes Roberta. She surveys the driveway. A rental car is parked behind her Jeep.
Roberta (calling out)
She's right behind her.
We hear a scream from inside the house.
You're blocking my jeep.
I'll get the keys.
She turns back to the door to find Chrissy and Teeny heading out.
It's coming now. I swear I saw it's head.
You didn't see its head.
Samantha, get the keys.
Another contraction hits and Chrissy let's out a whale that startles the neighborhood.
Forget the keys. We'll take the limo.
Teeny passes Chrissy over to Samantha who slowly walks her toward the limo. Teeny runs back
inside and a moment later heads out, carrying Chrissy's overnight bag and talking on a
Teeny (on phone)
Doctor Morton Williams please.
Roberta hurries ahead of them, carrying Chrissy's suitcase. She approaches the limo driver...who
sits behind the wheel reading a book.
I've got a pregnant lady here and I need to get her to the hospital.
No problem ma'am. Just tell me where it is and I'll get you there in a jiffy.
A jiffy's not fast enough.
Roberta flings open the car door.
Roberta (incredibly threatening)
I said move it buster.
Intimidated by her tone, the driver steps out of the car. Roberta scoots in behind the wheel
just as Chrissy climbs into the back. Samantha follows her. Teeny, still on the cellular,
climbs in. Roberta floors it and takes off.
Teeny hangs up the cellular phone.
Teeny (to Chrissy)
Morton's in the middle of a root canal. He'll meet us atd the hospital as soon as he can.
Chrissy, oblivious to Teeny, stretches out and puts her feet up.
There's koodles of room back here.
As she looks around the luxurious ride.
Is that a VCR? I can't believe there's a VCR in here. Roberta, there's a VCR in here.
Roberta throws her a look in the rear view mirror and peels around the corner.
Let's watch a movie.
You want to watch a movie at a time like this?
Teeny pops a tape into the VCR and on Television: It's Teeny in a love scene with some sexy TV
This is a clip from my new series, Miami Beach Heat.
They all watch and then Aaaaaaaaaaah! Another contraction hits Chrissy. Teeny grabs Chrissy's
hand. The pain is intense and it freaks Samantha out.
No swearing around my baby.
Int. Delivery Room
Chrissy, feet up in the stirrups gives it a big push. Samantha holds one hand and Teeny holds
Get it out!
Roberta, who we realize is Chrissy's doctor, calms Chrissy as she delivers the baby.
Remember to breathe and look at your focal point.
Chrissy looks up at Teeny who makes a ridiculous goofy face. Chrissy's laugh turns into another
scream as --
Push Chrissy! Push!
I changed my mind about the drugs.
It's too late.
Give me the drugs or I'll kill you!
Samantha (in awe)
Oh, my God I see its little head.
Is it a boy or a girl?
It's just the head, Chrissy. This is going to be a big one now. One more push.
Chrissy grunts and gives it all she's got.
You can do it. You can do it.
Push. Push. Push.
I want it out of me.
Come on Chrissy!
Ahhhhhh! Her face is flushed and filled with pain as she pushes with every ounce of strength she
has left. And then the look on her face changes when she hears her baby cry.
It's a girl.
Roberta rests the little child, still attached to its umbilical chord, on Chrissy's stomach.
Chrissy, exhausted and drench in sweat, smiles the biggest smile as she strokes her baby girl.
Teeny, laughs the most joyful laugh we've ever heard. Samantha, overwhelmed by the birth of
life, cries big tears. Roberta hugs her and they share in Teeny's laughter. Just then,
Morton, wearing a dentist's smock, comes into the room.
Am I too late?
The women step aside and he see's his wife and baby.
If you haven't figured it out already, Morton is the nerd who's fortune Samantha told. Roberta
hands him a pair of surgical scissors.
You're just in time.
The women look on with amazement as Morton cuts the umbilical chord.
Was there ever a more innocent child? (looking on with awe) Welcome to this world, little one.
Chrissy, overjoyed, looks at them all.
I've got a baby girl.
Ext. Gaslight Addition - Day
A group of kids whiz by on their bicycles. They're in a hurry.
Ext. Chrissy's Backyard
It's another beautiful fall day.
Int. Tree House
The women sit in the tree house and really catch up. Chrissy attempts to hand her newborn to
Samantha, who protests.
No really, I'll break her.
No you won't. Come on.
She hands the baby to Samantha, who awkwardly holds her. The baby squirms a little and
instinctually Samantha holds her close. The baby reaches her hand out and Samantha caresses
her tiny fingers. Samantha smiles at her and the little one seems to smile back.
She really is beautiful.
I think she favors Morton.
You're so funny Roberta. Cindy sure is one lucky girl. Why I bet she laughs from morning til
Samantha (to Roberta)
How is Cindy?
Chrissy jumps right in.
They're thinking about adopting.
It's considered acceptable now.
Samantha (mocking her)
Teeny (reaching for the baby)
Can I hold her?
Samantha hands Teeny the baby who immediately starts to cry.
She hands her back to Chrissy who coddles her lovingly.
Chrissy, truth or dare?
Are you happy?
Oh, fiddle stix yes. I'm so happy I feel like I could just bust and happiness would shoot out
all over everywhere.
Teeny, truth or dare?
Just how big are your boobs now?
Teeny proudly sticks out her chest.
36 D And worth every penny.
Sam, truth or dare?
Are you happy?
Sam looks down at the ground. It's hard for her to open up.
Not really, no. I was thinking about "Dear Johnny" yesterday.
God, we loved a mystery.
How much fun did we have that summer?
I used to send Pete a Christmas card every year....with some cash.
I didn't know that.
Last year it came back in the mail. He died.
Pete was Dear Johnny's father.
Roberta Teeny Chrissy
What? He was? How do you know that?
I went back to the cemetery the day we had that last seance and Pete was there putting flowers
on Johnny's grave. He said something that didn't mean as much to me then as it does now.
They all look at her, waiting to hear more.
I've wasted so many years.
What are you talking about Sam?
As of my latest break, I've had five relationships in six years and failed at every one.
Maybe you should integrate color into your wardrobe. Men love pastels on a woman.
It's not about the men, it's about me. I'm the one who pushes the self destruct button. I reach
a certain point and I just can't take it to the next level.
The "intimacy" level?
You can't get hurt if you don't fall in love.
But it sure is lonely all by yourself.
The truth to Roberta's words brings tears to Samantha's eyes.
I know Roberta.
Teeny puts her arm around Samantha, once again providing comfort for her friend. Samantha
looks at Chrissy.
It's not that I don't want what you have. It's just that I don't think it's possible to keep it
I'm not sure I do either, but love fool that I am, I just keep trying.
She brings a smile to Samantha.
You always were the hopeful one.
And you still think too much.
We all had disappointments growing up, but you're responsible for yourselves now. You need to
look at the hurt, let it go and make your own way.
Everybody looks at Chrissy, shocked by her insight.
Chrissy, that's actually an enlightened statement.
Contradictory to what you poopalas think, I don't just sit around and watch game shows all day.
I find the talk shows are informative and intellectually stimulating.
Thank you, Oprah.
Samantha looks around.
We were lucky to have this place...
She looks at them all.
And each other.
They exchange warm smiles.
Part of me wishes I could stay here.
Well, I wouldn't go that far. But it would be nice to come back and visit more often.
Let's make it a pact.
Teeny places her hand on top of Samantha's. As the others follow her lead.
Loss of innocence is inevitable. I've always believed you can never go home again, but maybe
Chrissy places her hand on top of the pile.
All for one and one for all.
Red rover red rover send Kathy right over.
Samantha looks out the window and sees next door, a group of neighborhood kids playing red
Ext. Neighbor's back yard
A big game of red rover in full swing. Samantha, Teeny, Roberta and Chrissy stand along the
chain length fence and watch, wanting to join in. They exchange playful looks.
You can run from the disappointments you're trying to forget. But it's only when you embrace
your past, that you truly move forward.
Teeny nudges Samantha
Samantha shouts out to the kids.
Hey, can we play?
The kids look at them like they're crazy. But finally --
Samantha, Teeny, and Roberta hop the fence. Chrissy waddles around to the gate.
Come on Chrissy.
As she slowly makes her way over to the game:
Excuse me, but I just passed the equivalent of a nine pound kidney stone. You're lucky I'm
Okay, who's it going to be?
Teeny sizes up the competition.
Nerdy kid on the end.
That's Willie Wormer.
Willie Wormer it is. (to opposition)
Red rover red rover, send Willie Wormer right over.
Willie takes a run. Picks up speed. Plows between Samantha and Teeny, but falls back on his
ass. The four women remain united, hand in hand and all smiles. We pull back into an aerial
shot of the Gaslight Addition -- moving farther and farther into the sky.
Our world got bigger during the summer of 1970 --
The Gaslight Addition slowly grows tinier and tinier until we can no longer make out that it's
-- and the Gaslight Addition got smaller.
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